Tarot Reading for Flora 2/15/10
Question: Will I sell my House?
I’m moving anyway,
alive with forward motion,
and flying on mercurial staves.
Some piffling deals still to ground,
a few trifling negotiations.
I’m moving anyway.
A sculptor’s art is my crown.
I’m using all the gifts that I own,
flying on mercurial staves.
I’ve finished hobbling aground.
I’m due a benificent boon.
I’m moving anyway.
A home I’ve always found.
There’s not a single portent of doom.
I’m flying on mercurial staves.
The skills I possess abound.
I’m sure I’ll find work soon.
I’m moving, anyway.
I’ve got one staff left to lean on,
apart from a few living goods.
I’m moving anyway,
flying on mercurial staves.
Tarot Reading for B. March 4, 2010
Question: Will I be Reunited with my Sweetheart?
I want you, but I can’t raise the dead!
Daily work with like minds keeps you at bay
while promised renewal strengthens my heart.
Fear of deception devils my sleep.
and nightly I drown in the cup of your betrayal.
I want you, but I can’t raise the dead!
It wasn’t easy when I took my leave,
yet resurrection I couldn’t delay
when promise of renewal strengthened my heart.
I hold to the real goods I’ve gained.
Before I love you, myself I must pay
in kind! I want you but I can’t raise the dead.
I would choose you if today you appeared;
if feeling, more than resolve, cleared the way,
and promise of renewal strengthened my heart.
But wait til the bright light of summer heat
clears my sight too, and I will say
yes! I want you but I can’t raise the dead
til promised renewal strengthens my heart.
Tarot Reading for B 2/16/10
Question: Will I Get Sober?
This cup I hold was mixed before birth,
but by crude fortune wasted.
It holds Temperance of body and soul.
I am blessed in my Fool’s blind flight.
On unsure ground heady steps I’ve taken.
This cup I hold was mixed before birth.
The World is my refuge, land where I might.
Untried places my spirits awaken
with sweet Temperance of body and soul.
If the Fool risks blindly, Judgement is sight
of new landings, and old ways forsaken.
This cup I hold was mixed before birth.
The Sun’s comfort turns by Moon’s light
to terror and gives way to betrayal
of Temperance. Body and soul
I am loss itself. I want escape, fighting
The hand of the Devil wringing my entrails.
This cup I hold was mixed before birth.
Adept fugitive, a new World you’ll find,
whose gold is disposed to aid you.
The cup you hold was mixed before birth
to give Temperance of body and soul.
